The Girl From Molokay

My sweetheart is from Molokay her hair is fiery red, she was a prude and asked me why I'd want her in my bed. I said, my dear I need to know if there's another patch of ipsicolour down below she said, you want my snatch. No, I replied, it's not like that, but while you're wearing jeans I cannot see your pussycat nor ascertain your genes. You see, if red you are as well wherever hair is found it means that your cute citadel (it's called the pubic mound) is made of Royal velvet, yes and worth a ton of gold. We'll never know my dear, unless you take this slightly bold but necessary step, right now let's do this thing, for science we'll split the task, I'll show you how, I'll search, you'll do compliance.